Step by step we are born again Disconnected, we separate our lives from... Kill the sound with a farrot wire Set a stage and clear the air Taste the
fray We'll reside in the dirt alongside the dead We'll do whatever it takes We must come out alive We must come out alive We all have a dream Black as night
away Goodbye Goodbye night The daybreak's coming early We will pass the world away This isn't just another page, I swear it I will write and we will pass
note - "you're welcome now" All your life you've been told that you're never good enough Never fast enough, never smart enough Underground, we're all the same down here
we left behind Pick up where we left off? It's impossible, impossible We're better off to go our separate ways The radio burns this dimly lit room This night
ve been crying you suspect You'll never know for sure I've shed tears to bring you back I don't know what worse Knowing you're not here, or that I'll
in the city is really, no nuts, no glory, no nuts, no glory, glory glory... [Hook - Krayzie Bone] Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We
home I?m standin? here beneath these billboard lights Takes me back to those autumn nights Hometown bleachers packed real tight As we marched down the
, So if you ever, let me make this clear, If you ever think that we're steppin' out of here, You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in, Huh
know through Him we never will break Through heartaches, all the ups and downs, the smiles and frowns, whatever Long as we stay focused on God we'll be the glory
crippled them Our World is different like Whitley and Wayne man They say we look the same but we ain't chasin' the same thing It all boils down to they
all night again Party-time wasting is too much fun Then I step back thinking Of life's inner meaning And my latest fling It's the same old story All love and glory
hundred to a mil, done it all with 'caine Turn a hustle to a label done it all with brains And I told em all down, done it all with change Look him dead
alot hotter Fake snakes smilin right in your face Play this a lot smarter [Joe Mafia] Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance We the same
home I'm standin' here beneath these billboard lights Takes me back to those autumn nights Hometown bleachers packed real tight As we marched down the
nuts, no glory No nuts, no glory Thug stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories You wanna hear some thug stories? We
we're stepping out of here You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in huh huh! You better think again my friend Because the door is closed and we